Murk, Muck, Mire...

I am reminded that much of Life is navigating, swimming in, traversing, the murk, the muck, the mire, the mud of a very physical reality. We are stuck in a realm of messiness; there will be blood, bruises, & in extreme cases, broken skin & bones. Extreme weather conditions, call for extreme measures of insulation & protection. Everything is harder, every step, every move, every breath you take is an adventure & a challenge. Extra energy is required just to strap on your boots to face the long days & nights. The stuff of Life. Simple days of outrageous fortune, the slings & arrows of existence; the floatsum, jetsum &  hurly-burly.